I explained my hurt, and still got hurt, so I learned to stop talking.
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I explained my hurt, and still got hurt, so I learned to stop talking.

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i donβt hate you.
i did, for a while. or,
at least, tried really hard to.
i miss you still.
or, i miss the softer memories.
the ones before everything got so tangled up.
back when i knew where i ended and you began.
i hope you remember the way i loved you.
i hope you know i want you to be happy.
i just canβt stay to watch.
There is this urge to scream and cry. I'm not sure if it's for the wrongs in the present or the wrongs in the past that I never got to grieve. Grief feels like trying to ride a bike. I've forgotten how to peddle. The only thing now is to get even. It's a cruel thing. I was not raised to be cruel.
- Evenlis
my toxic writing trait is imagining the scene in my head in long, full cinematic detail and then writing: βthey fought. it was intense.β

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being vulnerable and admitting I don't understand a reference
One Night Stranger
We didn't exchange names just glances the kind that linger just a second too long and pretend they didn't
The bar was loud enough to forgive bad decisions dim enough to make them look like destiny
You were halfway through a drink you didn't like I was pretending mind was stronger than it was
We met in the middle of it in that space between should I and why not
You said something I didn't quite hear but I laughed anyway because it felt right to
That's how it starts, isn't it? Not with meaning with permission
Your knee brushed mine like an accident that didn't apologize
I let it stay
There was a whole life sitting just outside that moment responsibilities histories the versions of ourselves that make better choices
but they didn't belong in that bar
In there we were just two people with nothing to lose and everything to project
You asked if I wanted another but what you meant was stay
I said yes to both
Time blurred the edges drinks stacking like excuses music pulsing like a heartbeat neither of us owned
Your hand found mine like it had been looking all night and I didn't ask who it belonged to before
We talked in fragments favorite songs bad exes half-truths dressed up as confessions
just enough honesty to feel real not enough to make it matter tomorrow
and that was the deal unspoken but understood
tonight we are exactly who we pretend to be
outside the air hit different colder more honest
for a second I thought about asking your name
for a second I thought about giving you mine
But you smiled like that would ruin it like putting words to this would make it something it wasn't meant to survive
So I didn't
We walked close not touching until we were
And it felt inevitable like the night had been building toward this exact mistake
maybe that's all it was
Or maybe some connections aren't meant to last
just to happen perfectly once
A collision with no aftermath no history no future to haunt it
Just two strangers finding each other in the kind of dark that makes everything feel possible
and choosing without saying it out loud
to disappear into it together
Cigarettes on the Porch
The porch light flickers like it's got something to confess and we sit there anyway two silhouettes stitched together by smoke and quiet
Cigarettes burn slower when you're watching someone you love like time's afraid to interrupt
You tap yours against the railing ash falling like soft gray snow and I swear I've never seen anything more beautiful than the way you don't look at me when you're thinking
We don't talk much we don't have to The night fills in the blanks for us crickets sawing at the dark a car passing like a memory that didn't stick the hum of a world that forgot we exist out here
You hand me your lighter without asking thumb still warm where it flicked the flame and it feels like something more than fire like trust, or habit, or the quiet kind of love that doesn't need a name
We pass the silence back and forth like the pack between us each drag a small agreement stay a little longer don't go inside yet don't let this end
Your laugh breaks out of nowhere low, tired, real and it settles into me like smoke in my lungs like something I know I shouldn't keep but don't want to let go
The porch creaks under us old wood remembering other nights other people who thought this was forever too
And maybe it isn't maybe we'll burn out like these cigarettes filters crushed under careless heels forgotten by morning
But right now right now it's just us the glow at the tips of our hands and the way the dark leans in like it's trying to listen
I take one last drag watch the ember flare, then fade and think
if everything ends at least this didn't lie
β Makenzie Campbell, from a poem featured in "2 a.m. Thoughts," originally published in 2017 (via lunamonchtuna)
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coffee is the most important meal of the day
each letter starts the smolder as the pens tip touches ever so lightly sparks silently start
i can never finish a poem to you without it turning to ash
our poetry reminds me of our passion
what doesnβt kill me leaves a pit in my stomach that never goes away
i need to enter a healthy and loving relationship with a tumblr mutual
Jab toot ke bikharna muqaddar hai, phir shikayat kaisi?!

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We are so obsessed with dating and marrying financially stable partners in this generation that we forget to check if they are mentally and emotionally safe. If they're spiritually oriented and have been raised well. If they know the value of family and peace. We have lost sight of the foundational requirements for a successful relationship.
big big love tight in my head
wrapped in attention like a child's blanket
swaddled like babe in November
tight head
dropping the sponges tonight alone under two minutes
floating down the river Euphrates genuine love bites me so very hard 1 2 3 on my neck
a feast of red
like dumb poppy
I bled rust on shallow water
I bleed rust with holy fingers
the salt line floats a ton with needles pricks
pricks
it feels good with this taste of mind dancing around my open mouth
inhaling children
exhaling blue smoke
magic
kill the lights and lay down on me
next to me
with me
chew me up next to me on the wings of majestic feathers
kill the lights and lay down next to me
kill them now